"Oh? It seems our champion is in quite a hurry!"
The Announcer stood awkwardly amid the ruins, holding the trophy as he watched Krillin fly away into the distance.
He could only do his best to smooth things over.
"He must be eager to share the joy of victory with the audience!"
It was indeed joy, but that joy belonged to only one person.
On the second-floor spectator stands, Bulma watched the rapidly approaching figure, her heart pounding so hard it felt as though it might burst from her chest.
Her makeup was exquisite today. She had even chosen a light pink lipstick, the same color Krillin had complimented before.
The explosion just now had scared her half to death, but the instant she saw Krillin safe and sound, that relief turned into something far more intense.
"That bastard... why is he trying so hard to look cool?"
Bulma cursed under her breath, yet her body moved honestly as she took two steps forward and gripped the railing until her knuckles turned white.
Krillin didn't stop abruptly like he usually did. Using his precise Muscle Control, he landed lightly in front of Bulma.
He still carried the scent of battle and gunpowder, the most primitive kind of masculine presence.
Nearby, Puar, Oolong, and even Master Roshi instinctively stepped back, leaving the center space completely open.
"Yo, Bulma," Krillin grinned, showing a row of white teeth, his bald head gleaming brilliantly in the setting sun.
"I won. Isn't it time to fulfill our agreement?"
Bulma looked at the face so close to hers.
Not having a nose was still a little strange, but those eyes... they were deep, confident, and aggressive.
This was no longer the scrappy little bald kid from before, but a man whose fists could split the world apart.
"Idiot... you idiot!"
Bulma felt her eyes grow hot. She didn't want to cry because it would ruin her makeup, but her voice still carried a slight sob.
"What kind of crazy move was that just now? It was terrifying! What if you had died?"
"Don't worry."
Krillin stepped forward again, closing the distance until less than ten centimeters remained between them.
He could even feel the heat of Bulma's quick breaths against his chest.
"As long as you're on Earth, I won't let it explode. After all..."
Krillin paused, his eyes reflecting Bulma's flustered face.
"My future wife is still on it."
"Wh-Who's your wife?!" Bulma's face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato.
Even with her fiery personality, being teased like this in front of tens of thousands of people was too much to handle.
"D-Don't get so full of yourself!"
"Really? Then who was the one shouting that she'd marry me if I won?" Krillin didn't give Bulma another chance to act tsundere.
In the System task bar, the progress meter for [Thoroughly Conquer Bulma] had been stuck at 99% for a long time.
The last 1% did not require power.
It required action.
He reached out and, with a motion both forceful and gentle, pulled Bulma's slim waist into his arms.
Bulma let out a short cry as her whole body crashed into Krillin's firm embrace.
Those were muscles tempered through countless battles, hard as iron and hot as fire.
"Since I've won the championship, I should take some of the champion's spoils."
Before the sentence had fully left his mouth, Krillin lowered his head and, under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, dozens of cameras, and a live broadcast across the world, kissed Bulma hard on her red lips.
"Mmph!"
Bulma's eyes widened, and her mind went blank.
This kiss was nothing like the tentative one in the bamboo forest.
It was filled with possessiveness and the intent to declare his claim.
He was telling the whole world that this woman belonged to him.
The stands fell silent for about three seconds.
Then the screams that erupted were even crazier than when Krillin won the match.
"Whoa!!!"
"They're kissing! They're really kissing!"
"That's so romantic! Is this the privilege of the strong?!"
"Mom! I'm going to train in martial arts too! I want to go bald!"
In a corner, Yamcha watched the scene as the drink cup in his hand burst from how tightly he crushed it.
But he didn't rush forward to fight for his life. Instead, he let out a long sigh, and a bitter smile of relief appeared on his face.
"I lost... whether it's fighting or picking up girls, I lost completely."
Puar floated beside him and patted his shoulder sympathetically.
"It's okay, Yamcha."
Yamcha wiped his face, though the corners of his eyes were still a little wet.
"At least losing to the world champion isn't shameful. And... that guy really is more suited to protect Bulma than I am."
On the other side, Master Roshi's eyes behind his sunglasses widened into circles, and two streams of nosebleed flowed out helplessly.
"Young people these days... they're really too reckless! In front of such a huge crowd... Hehehe, but well done! As expected of a disciple of the Turtle School! This is what youth is all about!"
Below the stage, Goku, who was holding the trophy and looking completely confused, scratched his head and asked the equally stunned Tien Shinhan beside him.
"What are they doing? Is that some kind of training method to transfer Ki to another person?"
All three of Tien Shinhan's eyes twitched at the same time.
"Goku... you should just think about what to eat. This kind of thing is still too early for you."
"Oh! Then I still want to eat dinosaur!"
After a long while, Krillin finally released Bulma.
Bulma's whole body had gone limp. If Krillin had not been supporting her, she would have slid to the ground already.
She leaned against Krillin's chest, panting heavily.
The blush on her face hadn't faded, and her misty eyes no longer held even a trace of her usual Young Miss of Capsule Corporation aura.
"Y-You hooligan..." She weakly punched Krillin's chest, but it looked more like flirting than hitting.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. Bulma's favorability has broken through 100% (Until Death Do Us Part).]
[Conquest task completed.]
[Reward issued: S-Rank skill — "Instant Transmission".]
[Skill Description: No need for Ki locking. As long as there is a clear coordinate or image in the mind, cross-space movement can be achieved.
Current rank limit: jumps within a galaxy. As Mental Energy increases, it can eventually cross the universe.]
"Now this is the real good stuff."
Krillin felt the strange coordinate system that had appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The divine technique that Goku originally had to learn on Yardrat had now fallen into his hands for free, and it was even an upgraded version.
He didn't need to lock onto someone's Ki like Goku did. As long as he wanted to go somewhere, he could get there with a single thought.
This was practically tailor-made for his next plan.
"Bulma," Krillin leaned close to her ear, and his warm breath made it tingle.
"W-What?"
"This place is too noisy. It reeks of sweat, and those reporters are definitely about to swarm me. Let's run away."
"Huh?" Bulma blinked in surprise. "Run away? Right now? But the award ceremony hasn't—"
"Who cares about that?" Krillin smiled wickedly and swept Bulma into a bridal carry.
"Instead of listening to that sunglasses-wearing uncle drone on, I'd rather spend some time alone with you. By the way, do you have your Dragon Radar with you?"
"I-I do, but are you planning to look for the Dragon Balls?" Bulma asked as she subconsciously touched the pouch at her waist.
"It's not for making a wish," Krillin looked at her with obvious affection in his eyes.
"This is our honeymoon trip. The world is huge, and I want to show it to you in the fastest way possible."
"H-Honeymoon?!" Bulma's brain crashed again.
"Hold on tight. This is going to be ten thousand times more exciting than a roller coaster."
Krillin ignored the swarm of reporters shoving their way over. He also ignored Goku, who was already stuffing his face with food.
He placed two fingers against his forehead and activated Instant Transmission.
"Everyone, put this meal on Master Roshi's tab! See ya!"
Only Krillin's hearty laughter remained in the air.
In the next second, the figure carrying Bulma vanished into thin air without leaving even an afterimage.
All that remained were the nonstop camera flashes flickering at the empty stands, along with Master Roshi's wallet instantly turning pale in his hand.
"Nani?! Put it on my tab?! Krillin, you rebellious disciple!!!"
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